After she went out, Wanda cursed Quincy in her heart ten thousand times.

After receiving Quincy's hint, Seif said in a low voice, "Mr. Qin, our people have found out that the assassin who came from another city has escaped to South Sea City. Aside from John, I can't think of anyone else who would dare to cover them up in South Sea City."

Quincy didn't respond.

Seif continued, "Mr. Qin, we have maintained peace with them for a very long time, but John is ruthless now. Will he..."

Quincy interrupted him. "Why are you hiding outside? Come in!"

Seif stepped to the door in a hurry. As soon as he swung the door open, he saw Wanda standing at the door with a pale face. Under Quincy's steely gaze, Wanda mumbled, "I... I just wanted to say... I don't know how to use all those machines... in your kitchen..."

"Keep following them. Report to me immediately if anything happens. Don't alert the enemy," Quincy ordered Seif.

 

"Yes, Mr. Qin." Seif's eyes darkened as he walked past Wanda.

She lowered her head sheepishly and stepped aside.

As Seif left, Wanda walked timidly to Quincy's side and asked in a low voice, "Is it because of me..?"

"Don't think too highly of yourself." Pulling his sleeves down, Quincy studied her. "Someone must have told you that I was John's mortal enemy, right?" he asked.

Wanda nodded hesitantly before turning to go downstairs. She felt Quincy trailing behind her. She looked back at him questioningly, but he breezed by her. "Didn't you say that you don't know how to use them? Come on, let me show you."

Wanda gazed at Quincy's back, pursing her lips. He had gotten injured this time because of that assassin, who now seemed connected to John. It was evident that they had been deadly enemies before, but they had had peace for some time because of their way of checks and balances.

 

"You didn't take me to the place of John that day to threaten him, did you? You were protecting me, weren't you? Maybe he's angry because of that, and now he wants to deal

 

caused you more trouble? You don't really have a firm stand." Wanda followed Quincy into the kitchen. He walked around and spread out his hands. "What a coincidence! I don't know how to cook with these, either." The corners of Wanda's mouth twitched. If he couldn't use anything, why did he ask all the servants to leave? Wanda moved towards him and bent down

 

three dishes and the pot of soup she made, quickly setting them on the table. She turned her head and looked at him. Quincy's lips were twisted into a tight frown as he slept. He was actually rather handsome when he didn't

e without blinking an eye. They fought their battles with guns. It only reminded her to pay the debt as soon as possible and leave this terrifying devil of a person. Quincy opened his eyes in a daze as Wanda gently shook him awake. He smelled the fragrance of the food and quickly staggered to the table.

Wanda frowned when she saw the strange limp in his step.

"Wow, not bad. How did you cook so many dishes in such a short time?" Quincy shoved a spoonful into his mouth and nodded with satisfaction. "It tastes good."

Wanda turned to look at the man beside her and noticed his reddening face. She couldn't help reaching out her hand to touch his forehead and exclaimed, "Do you have a fever?"

"You have to eat even if you have a fever," Quincy said with an indifferent look on his face.

Wanda hurriedly took his gauze off. She didn't look at it carefully until now, and she found that it was inflamed. "The doctor told you that you couldn't leave the hospital. Your condition is this severe, and you just didn't listen to him." She chattered and paced around the room, looking for something. Wanda whirled around at Quincy, who had a playful twinkle in his eyes. She asked impatiently, "Where is your medicine box?"

"Don't have one," he quipped.

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